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Bridge

You

are with me

Always.

Like

a strong beam of light

the torch seen at night

Always

Like

a bridge across the stream

the deep point of a dream

All

Ways

Deep.  Wide.  The Steep Divide. 

Always

I have been waiting for

You

Both feet firmly planted

either side of the bridge,

both hands grasping tightly

along the razor ridge. 

Dead Man Drowning

You are a dead man drowning,

body bobbing below the surface.

The top of the water is a mirror,

a face distorted somewhere below.

Are you sinking or swimming or just lying there out of reach?

You are in the shallows or in the depths,

always moving onward or upward or away.

The darkness afforded by the deep

is the lifeline you have chosen to embrace.

A body has no choice but to be a corpse when it has sucked its own soul dry.

Why does your body rise to the top

but always turn its back on the light?

How long can a body stay there floating

without sinking forever out of sight?

When will the creatures of the depths

claim the body as a corpse of the night?

I thought I could eventually rescue you

and breathe life into your damaged soul.

That you would leave the shadows behind

and choose a life somewhere on the shore.

Our dreams find their death when someone we love struggles and goes under.

But you are only a dead man drowning

in the wading pool of your own excess.

You struggle as if you want to be free

but willingly dive back into the undertow.

Why do you act as if you want to reclaim life when you are already dead?

I can no longer

            watch from the shore

                        as you let yourself

                                    be pulled back under

                                               one

                                    last

                                                           time…